The stadium was already trembling with noise, long before a single artist had stepped on stage.

Rows and rows of fans packed the venue, their energy pulsing like a living current through the darkened arena. Ocean waves of glowing lightsticks, flickering between the signature colors of Stray Kids and the other band—moved in unison, like stars gone rogue. Some fans chanted, some screamed names, and some just held their hands to their mouths in anticipation, as if the very air was too sacred to break with words.

The massive LED screen stretched overhead like a canvas still waiting to explode into life. The stage itself, bathed in low violet lighting, stood empty but alive. A low fog crept across the surface, caught in the soft beams of rotating lights, while the massive LED screen above flickered faintly with teaser visuals, just enough to drive the cheers higher.

No one had appeared yet. Not a single beat had dropped. And still, the fans were deafening.

Backstage, footsteps echoed. Somewhere, someone gave a cue.

And the lights began to shift.